What do you do now?
After you've been hurled violently onto your knees
Thrown down, used like a gauntlet by the Gods
To now navigate the twisted, tangled and menacing forest floor
In the darkness where despots lurk
Stripped bare, covered in the filthy dirt, scars too young from
New flesh torn open
Wounds so deep they expose raw nerves,veins,tissue and arteries
They must either learn to heal or rot and decay
Left or Right?
All the while having to move forward or else the darkness devours you
And you suddenly no longer exist. Not as you were.
What if you clear that hideous forest?
You unravel yourself from the vines and tangled roots
That seemed so very reluctant to release you
The wounds heal and all but disappear
Only a faint but easily forgotton reminder remains
You take refuge in a cocoon of sorts
To rest, regain your strength and shed what is left to shed
A task that must be undertaken solo
What if one day you emerge
Bright new wings eagerly beating to and fro
No wounds to see and a glint in the eye
A knowing smile to be shared with all
Bathing in golden sunlight
Overseeing your domain from atop the highest heights
Stronger, wiser, more powerful, yet more peaceful
Believing in life, love and the universe
What do you do now?
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